A madman in France? How come he's always at crime scenes!

"You silly girl..."

Wu Liang sighed and smiled wryly, rubbing his forehead.

"Your phone is dead, but there's a landline at the law firm. What happened when you suddenly cut off halfway through your sentence?"

Zhang Jiajing looked at the ground with a pitiful expression, tapping two fingers on her chest.

"I was terrified back then."

The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz.

"Besides, they smashed the landline too."

Wu Liang looked up into the room. The family heirloom landline at the front desk was lying in the corner, the receiver and the body separated.

"...Fuck you."

Wu Liang took a deep breath to regain his composure and looked down at the cut on Zhang Jiajing's hand; the blood had already dried.

"It's not deep, is it?"

"It's nothing, just a scratch."

The little girl spoke quite casually, but her arms were clearly still trembling.

Wu Liang didn't expose him, but turned to the police officer next to him and asked.

Do you have gauze?

A police officer from the local police station took out gauze and iodine from a first-aid kit.

Zhang Jiajing reached out to take it, but Wu Liang took it first.

"Don't move."

"Boss, do you even know how?"

"Don't worry, I audited forensic medicine classes when I was in college."

"...Isn't that for the dead?!"

"So you'd better not move around, I have limited experience."

Zhang Jiajing: "..."

She didn't cry out when surrounded by three thugs, but now her eyes are a little red.

Wu Liang helped her sit down in the chair, then bent down and gently wiped her wound with a cotton swab.

Seeing his lowered head, Zhang Jiajing hesitated for a long time before finally whispering:

"Boss, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"You told me not to go back to the law firm, but I came back anyway."

"It's enough that you know you're wrong."

Wu Liang wrapped the gauze properly and tied a knot.

"Would you dare to do it again next time?"

Zhang Jiajing thought about it.

"It's hard to say."

Wu Liang rolled his eyes at her and laughed in exasperation.

"Are you admitting your mistake or making demands?"

"I call this being realistic." Zhang Jiajing sniffed. "The law firm has computers, client information, and all your messy case files. We can't let them actually smash them, can we?"

Wu Liang stood up and patted her head.

"It's okay if those things break, but you can't."

Zhang Jiajing was taken aback.

Wu Liang threw the used cotton swabs into the trash bag, his tone returning to normal.

"If something really happens to you, I'll have to hire someone else. Cheap interns are hard to find these days."

Zhang Jiajing's initial surge of emotion vanished instantly.

"Wu... Liang!!!"

"You're not deaf, keep your voice down."

A young police officer standing nearby couldn't help but chuckle, then quickly turned his head away.

Not far away, Zhao Anmin was making a phone call with a dark expression.

"Yes, Chief, I understand."

"The situation at the scene is unusual. The information from the emergency call was incomplete. There were cries for help, and some people are still missing. There's also a recent background of cases involving firearms and explosives... Okay, okay, I'll write an explanation if there are any problems."

"No shots were fired, no one was injured, and the suspect has been apprehended."

The voice on the other end of the phone was quite loud, so Zhao Anmin moved the phone away a bit.

Even from a distance, Wu Liang felt sorry for him and his ears hurt.

Zhao Anmin hung up the phone, his face even darker than before.

Sun Jin stood to the side and asked in a low voice:

"Team Leader Zhao?"

"Go back and submit a report."

"what?"

"You write a report on the scene, and I'll write a report on how the incident was handled. Write down everything clearly, including the circumstances of the police response."

Sun Jin's lips twitched.

"What can you write about just three people smashing windows and causing trouble..."

Zhao Anmin raised his eyes and glared.

"Now we only know there are three! Did you know just now? Did I know? Zhang Ze described the situation as so critical, who would dare to gamble?"

Sun Jin glanced at the red paint on the ground at the entrance of the law firm and said nothing.

Zhao Anmin snorted and walked into the law firm, suppressing his anger.

"Wu Liang, Wu Liang, you've really gone too far this time."

Wu Liang bowed repeatedly to Zhao's charcoal-black, sour face.

"I'm sorry to have troubled Captain Zhao."

"Don't mention it." Zhao Anmin scoffed coldly. "Take away a couple less cases that could cause people to smash up shops. That would be more effective than apologizing to me afterwards."

"That's hard to guarantee."

"Then you'd better raise your security awareness!"

Zhao Anmin was so angry that he gritted his teeth and pointed at Zhang Jiajing to the side.

"What on earth are you doing, leaving a young girl alone at the law firm? And what's with taking on Cao Yang's case? Fang Lue is still recuperating at home!"

"Captain Zhao, I'll explain this later."

"Turn back?"

Zhao Anmin was even angrier.

"Do you know what's going on outside? They're saying you're the lawyer for the suspect in the hospital shooting. Don't forget, Old Sun almost got blown up by that guy!"

Wu Liang lowered his head and didn't reply immediately.

Zhao Anmin's words were indeed unpleasant, but we can't blame him.

Anyone unaware of the inside story would not immediately think that Wu Liang was helping the task force seize clues; they would only think that this lawyer was willing to take on even a ruthless criminal who shot someone in a hospital just for fame.

Sun Jin wanted to say something to persuade him, but in the end he kept quiet.

After all, he was also holding back his anger. Although he didn't care much about the grenade, the fact that Fang Lue almost fell into Cao's hands really made everyone feel scared.

Wu Liang put down the gauze bag in his hand.

"Captain Zhao, how Cao Yang should be sentenced is a matter for the court. I didn't take his case to clear his name."

"Then what are you going in for?"

Zhao Anmin stared at him.

Wu Liang raised his head and glanced at the busy crowd behind Zhao Anmin.

There are many things that cannot be explained in detail here. There are police officers from the local police station standing at the entrance, and there are still onlookers around who haven't dispersed.

Even a single word from the 9.15 Project could go wrong if it were to leak out.

Finally, he whispered something in Zhao Anmin's ear.

"Someone is eager for Cao Yang to die."

Zhao Anmin frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Literal meaning."

Zhao Anmin's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and he didn't ask any further questions.

Having been a criminal investigator for so many years, he certainly understands the importance of things. Wu Liang's words were ambiguous, but precisely because of this, they didn't seem like he was making excuses.

Zhang Ze walked in from the door at this moment and saw the scene of several people facing off. He couldn't help but ask:

"How's it going?"

Sun Jin rolled his eyes.

"What else can we do? We've taken him back. We'll tally up the losses on Attorney Wu's side and get him to compensate us. By the way, where's Lao Meng? Didn't he come with us?"

"I had to go back to Feishui first, thankfully it was a false alarm."

Zhao Anmin raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

"You guys had a false alarm, but I was in big trouble. The bureau made me go back and write an explanation, and the bureau chief almost cursed me out."

Zhang Ze paused for a second, then patted him on the shoulder.

"Hard."

Zhao Anmin slapped his hand away in annoyance.

"Come on. If it weren't for your random phone call, would I be making such a fuss? You'll definitely get a piece of the pie in the explanation later."

Zhang Ze's face stiffened.

"...It can't be that bad, Lao Zhao. I'm just passing on a message."

"Get out of here."

Zhang Ze fell silent, turning his head to face Wu Liang speechlessly.

"It's all your fault."

Wu Liang shrugged.

"Officers, I'm a victim too, okay?"

"That's what you deserve!"

……

After the police car drove away, the street finally quieted down.

Wu Liang stood in front of the broken door, looking at the red paint and broken glass on the ground, his heart bleeding uncontrollably.

I've been running around for so long, but I haven't made much money, and now my hometown has been raided.

Although I had already purchased accident insurance for the law firm, getting compensation from the insurance company would take at least a while and involve a lot of wrangling.

I need to find a way to make more money...

I just don't know if the legal advisor position Zhao Anmin mentioned earlier still counts.

Wu Liang touched his nose, recalling Zhao's stern face earlier.

Forget it, let's wait until things calm down before talking about it.

At this moment, Zhang Jiajing leaned close to Wu Liang and whispered:

"Boss, what I heard them shout just now was exactly the same as those headlines online."

Wu Liang stretched and waved to her.

"It's not all bad. I was just wondering how to find out who was up to no good behind my back, and now this has come to my rescue."

Zhang Jiajing's eyes lit up.

"Boss, are you going to make a fuss about this?"

"Making a fuss about it sounds awful."

Wu Liang looked at the large hole in the glass.

"This is called readily available evidence."